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Chapter 806 Fan Xinhua's Trip to Shanghai
At No. 27, The Bund, ever since the news that Section Chief Jin was to be transferred came out, the once harmonious General Foreign Trade Company has been plunged into a strange atmosphere.

The relationship between colleagues, which was usually very harmonious, suddenly became tense.

Especially Wang Mingzhu, many colleagues began to distance themselves from her intentionally or unintentionally.

On this day, a middle-aged man came to No. 27 The Bund, speaking with a Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent, and tried to make connections with people everywhere.

"Oh, we are all doing business. The first time we meet is strange, the second time is familiar, and the third and fourth time will make us friends. My name is Fan Xinhua, the director of Huxi Knitting Factory. This is my business card."

The merchants who frequently came and went in the Foreign Trade Building did not take Fan Xinhua, who suddenly appeared, seriously, and the salesmen naturally looked down on this unprepossessing middle-aged man.

However, Fan Xinhua did not get discouraged and continued to distribute business cards tirelessly.

"Huxi Knitting Factory? Have you ever done foreign trade orders before?"

A voice gave Fan Xinhua hope. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a round-faced young woman.

"I haven't done that, but the quality of the sweaters produced by our factory is absolutely flawless."

Mei Ping frowned slightly when she heard this: "But foreign trade exports involve many issues, not just quality. Your factory has no export experience, so it will be difficult to get orders here."

Although foreign trade is profitable, it also carries great risks, just like the export order to Japan that Abao had done before. He almost lost all his money because of a broken needle. Generally, businessmen with foreign trade orders will look for factories with export experience to cooperate with, which can save a lot of trouble.

Fan Xinhua said with a smile: "Everything has a first time. Those factories didn't start out doing foreign trade right from the beginning, did they?"

"By the way, you are the head of the foreign trade company, right? Can you help me? There are hundreds of people in our factory, and they are all counting on me."

The word "leader" made Mei Ping's heart beat faster.

"I'm not a leader, I'm just an ordinary salesperson"

Before Mei Ping could finish her words, there was a sudden commotion in the corridor, and many businessmen gathered around a young woman who was well-dressed and had big wavy hair.

"Ms. Wang, this is the information about our factory. Could you help me take a look at it?"

"Ms. Wang, when can our factory's export quota be released so that we can carry out follow-up work?"

Fan Xinhua looked at Wang Mingzhu who was surrounded by the crowd and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"Is this Miss Wang your leader? She looks so young."

Mei Ping's face fell instantly: "Just an ordinary salesperson like me."

Before Fan Xinhua could continue asking questions, Mei Ping turned around and left quickly.

Afterwards, Fan Xinhua began to inquire about Wang Mingzhu's news.

"Are you new here?"

Fan Xinhua nodded with a smile, but at the same time he was very confused: "How did you know that I'm new here?"

"Even Miss Wang doesn't know, so he must have just arrived at the Foreign Trade Building not long ago."

Fan Xinhua became interested and handed her a cigarette: "Is this Miss Wang someone important?"

"It's more than just a big deal. There are so many salesmen in the Foreign Trade Head Office. For three years, her performance has been ranked first every month."

Fan Xinhua was surprised when he heard this: "Oh, that's amazing, you've been ranked first in performance for three years?"

The other party looked as if he had no experience, and continued, "That's nothing. Do you know why so many bosses want to work with her?"

Fan Xinhua asked blankly, "Isn't it because she has good performance? She has a lot of export targets?"

"This is just an appearance. The key is that she has another identity."

"What identity?"

"You know about Vientiane Plaza, right?"

"Of course I know. How can a businessman not know about Vientiane Plaza? But what does this have to do with Miss Wang?"

"Mr. Qin from Vientiane Plaza is Miss Wang's fiancé."

Fan Xinhua was shocked and opened his mouth wide: "Oh my, this is incredible, she has this identity, no wonder so many people are trying to curry favor with her."

Looking at the crowded scene around Wang Mingzhu's workstation, Fan Xinhua suddenly made up his mind to reach a cooperation with Miss Wang.

At lunch time, Fan Xinhua jumped in front of Wang Mingzhu with agility that was not befitting of his age and size.

"Miss Wang, please do me the honor of having dinner with me. My name is Fan Xinhua, and I'm the director of the Huxi Knitting Factory."

Wang Mingzhu was a little puzzled: "I don't think I know you?"

"We didn't know each other before, but now we know each other. Familiarity comes with time, and we will become friends as time goes by."

Wang Mingzhu rolled her eyes at the self-familiar Mr. Fan: "The Foreign Trade Corporation has a rule that we cannot accept gifts or banquets in private."

"It's just a simple meal, not some fancy food. I really want to make friends with Miss Wang."

Wang Mingzhu was just trying to find a reason to get rid of this sticky piece of candy when she saw a Cadillac approaching the door of the Foreign Trade Building. Her eyes lit up.

"Excuse me, my fiancé is here to pick me up for dinner."

After saying that, he walked straight past Fan Xinhua.

Fan Xinhua looked at the taillights of the Cadillac, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

In the car, Wang Mingzhu leaned weakly on Qin Hao's shoulder and talked about the hardships at work.

"Who was that person chasing you just now?" Qin Hao used the technique of pushing the palace and activating blood circulation to massage her for two minutes. Seeing that she had regained her spirits, he asked.

Wang Mingzhu said casually, "It seems to be a factory director from Huxi. He is probably here to meet export targets."

Qin Hao didn't care. He took Wang Mingzhu to eat pork ribs and rice cakes. He let her sleep in the back seat for a while before sending her back to the Foreign Trade Building.

As a result, before Wang Mingzhu could even sit down, Fan Xinhua appeared from somewhere.

"Ms. Wang, the products produced by our factory are really very good. You know Montagut, right? They are T-shirts that cannot be burned even with a lighter. Our factory has already made them, and the cost is less than one-fifth of theirs."

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion on the first floor of the Foreign Trade Building.

"Boss Bao, long time no see, how come you have time to come here today?"

"Boss Bao, do you remember our last collaboration? I'm Xiao Li from Yiwu."

"Please give me a chance, Mr. Bao. Our products are the lowest in terms of both quality and cost."

A Bao, wearing a neat suit, squeezed through the crowd and came to the third floor, where he was also warmly welcomed by the salesmen. Although they couldn't ignore A Bao, a big customer, now that Wang Mingzhu was here, what if Wang Mingzhu came to her senses one day and married into a wealthy family? It was still important to build good relationships and leave a good impression.

When Wang Mingzhu saw Abao, she didn't bother to chat with Fan Xinhua anymore and said, "There are many factories downstairs that produce high-quality products with low costs, but the export quota is limited. Instead of wasting your time here, you might as well go to the first floor and ask if there are any small foreign trade trial orders. Start with the trial orders first."

"Mr. Bao, you must have seen this. He also started from a small trial order."

After saying that, Wang Mingzhu waved to Abao, and the two of them walked to the meeting room.

"How come you suddenly have time to come here today?" Wang Mingzhu asked curiously.

A Bao spread his hands and said helplessly: "The stock market has not been profitable recently, so I can only think of a solution from foreign trade. By the way, do you still have export quotas?"

"The limited export quota has been used up, but if there are orders, it is not impossible to apply."

A Bao got the answer he wanted, so he handed Wang Mingzhu a file bag.

When Wang Mingzhu opened it, she saw that it was all in English.

"Another order of 10 million US dollars, but isn't this price a bit low?"

After working in foreign trade for several years, Wang Mingzhu has long since grown from a "crybaby" who would cry over a stamp into a qualified foreign trade salesperson. She can basically calculate the production cost by just taking a look at the material, process and other requirements of an order.

A Bao said helplessly, "Nowadays, the foreigners are all very cunning and the competition is fierce. I managed to get this with great difficulty. The profit is a bit low, but at least the volume is large, so I can still make some money. Besides, now is the critical moment for you to compete for the position of section chief. Even if I don't make any money, I have to help you boost your performance."

"Thank you." Wang Mingzhu said gratefully.

A Bao shrugged: "You are so polite to me. Besides, it will be good for me if you become the section chief."

"By the way, who was that person who just spoke to you?" Seeing that Wang Mingzhu remained silent for a long time, Abao changed the subject.

"Oh, he's from another place. He said he's the director of the Huxi Knitting Factory and he's here to meet export targets. Their factory has no experience in foreign trade orders. I asked him to go to the first floor to look for a trial foreign trade order, but he wasn't happy to do it." Wang Mingzhu complained.

Ah Bao became interested when he heard this: "He makes sweaters?"

"Well, it seems that you want to give this batch of orders to him, right?"

"Let me first understand the strength of their factory."

Wang Mingzhu saw that Abao didn't seem to be joking, so she reminded him, "Their factory has no export experience. Have you forgotten the incident in Ningbo last time? The price of this order is so low. If things go wrong, they will lose money."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on. I'll leave first."

A Bao did not go directly to find Fan Xinhua. He just said hello to Wang Mingzhu and went downstairs.

Fan Xinhua followed A Bao all the way to the first floor and found that the bosses who had looked down on him were all very respectful to A Bao, so he immediately chased after him.

He chased him all the way to the door, and just when Abao was about to get in the car, Fan Xinhua stopped him.

"Boss Bao, I'm the director of Huxi Knitting Factory. My name is Fan Xinhua. The knitted sweaters we produce are absolutely world-leading."

A Bao held the car door and said casually, "I'm in the foreign trade export business. Miss Wang told me that your factory has no experience in foreign trade orders. You should go find someone else."

"Mr. Bao, please take a look at our products, just take a look." Fan Xinhua hurriedly opened his briefcase and took out a sweater from it.

Abao has been engaged in foreign trade in recent years, mainly focusing on clothing, and he has long since developed a good eye. Judging from the workmanship and color of this sweater alone, it can indeed be called a fine product.

However, Po took the sweater calmly and examined it carefully.

Seeing that Abao did not refuse immediately, Fan Xinhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out a lighter from his pocket and began to demonstrate.

"Boss Bao, look, the quality of the sweaters produced by our factory is the same as Montagut's. They sell one for seven or eight hundred yuan, and our production cost can be reduced to a few dozen yuan. If the order is larger, it can be reduced further."

After saying that, Fan Xinhua stared at Abao with an eager look.

A Bao also tried it himself, and sure enough, the sweater did not catch fire under the heat of the lighter.

"That's interesting. How about this, tonight at 8 o'clock, at the Red Heron Restaurant, we can discuss it in detail."

Fan Xinhua was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, 8 o'clock in the evening, I will be there on time and won't wait in advance, Mr. Bao, thank you."

Looking at the taillights of the car going away, Fan Xinhua jumped up on the spot and waved his fist fiercely.

Wait for Fan Xinhua to return to the Foreign Trade Building.

"Mr. Fan, what were you talking about with Mr. Bao just now?"

"Yes, Mr. Fan, does Mr. Bao want to do business with you?"

Seeing those bosses who used to ignore him or even look at him with disgust, now all of them are full of compliments towards him, Fan Xinhua realized that Abao's influence was far beyond his imagination.

"Nothing can go wrong tonight!"

At around six o'clock in the evening, Fan Xinhua arrived at Huanghe Road.

When Fan Xinhua first saw the flashing neon lights and bustling crowds of Huanghe Road, he was deeply shocked.

He glanced at the time on his watch. It was still early. It was the time for restaurants. The tables of restaurants on Huanghe Road were already full. The rich aroma of various delicacies from land and sea made Fan Xinhua's stomach restless. However, when he looked at the prices of the so-called "signature dishes" posted at the entrance of the restaurant, he was shocked.

Fan Xinhua backed out. He was just the factory director and only got a small salary every month. Besides, the factory's performance was not good, and the reimbursement for travel expenses was limited. He could not afford to spend lavishly on eating and drinking.

Therefore, Fan Xinhua could only go to Jinxian Road first, buy two sesame cakes, and stand at the intersection of Huanghe Road, watching others eat delicacies while chewing on the sesame cakes.

This scene was also seen by the hotel waiters, who all looked at him with contempt, and some even cursed him silently in their hearts: bumpkin.

Seeing Fan Xinhua standing stupidly at the door of her restaurant, Lu Meilin frowned and asked the waiter, "What's wrong with this guy?"

"I don't know where this bumpkin came from. He doesn't look like a rich person. He doesn't even dare to enter our restaurant."

As if he had noticed Lu Meilin's gaze, Fan Xinhua walked away a little awkwardly and hid the sesame cake in his hand behind his back.

"Boss, are you coming to Huanghe Road to have a meal? Or just to stroll around?" Lu Meilin asked casually with her hands folded across her chest.

Fan Xinhua swallowed the pancake and said with some lack of confidence: "I have an appointment."

"Oh? Which restaurant did you make an appointment with? Why don't you go in?" Lu Meilin just thought he was just bragging to save face.

"I'm going to meet Mr. Bao at the Red Heron Restaurant at 8 p.m., but the time has not come yet."

"Boss Bao? Which Boss Bao?"

"It's Mr. Bao who does foreign trade."

Lu Meilin immediately put on a smiling face when she heard that: "Oh, so you are Mr. Bao's customer. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why are you standing outside? Come in and have a seat in my shop."

Fan Xinhua was confused. How powerful was this Mr. Bao? Was Huanghe Road giving him face?
(End of this chapter)